~ At the bottom of the stairs the man leading Jaden pushed him around two more corners; one to the left and one to the right. He heard a door creaking and people murmuring in hushed tones and then the blindfold was jerked down off his eyes. Jaden blinked at the sudden bright light surrounding him and winced back as the fourth man approached him.
The man holding Jaden, whom he'd begun to think of fondly in his mind as "Tiny", held him firmly in place. Before the fourth man reached him Jaden took a quick, frantic scan of his surroundings, looking for his teammates. They were nowhere to be seen. He was standing in a brightly lit hallway, facing the open doorway of what was obviously a cell.
"You're going to be staying here for a while," the fourth man told him in a taunting sing-song. "We can't have you making all kind of noise though, now can we?" From behind his back he produced a gag and shoved it into Jaden's mouth while Tiny held him. After the gag was tied in place, the zip tie was cut off of Jaden's wrists and replaced by a set of cold, metal manacles. When that was done, he was shoved forward into the cell without further preamble.
He stumbled against the far wall, unable to catch his balance with his hands chained behind his back, and turned just in time to see the solid door bang shut. The sound of a bolt being slammed home resounded in the small cell and he heard the men walking away down the hall.
The very first thing that Jaden did was quickly scan his tiny cell for openings, weaknesses, cameras, anything. Meanwhile he tried to free himself of the gag and cuffs; and he was unsuccessful on both counts. After a couple of minutes of futile struggling, Jaden moved to the door and stood completely still to listen. The hall seemed to be silent.
Jaden turned back to the room and took a moment to evaluate his surroundings once more, this time being a bit more thorough. Against one wall a thin pallet stood, and above that Jaden spied a small vent. He clambered awkwardly up onto the bed and turned halfway around to run his fingertips around the edges of the vent. The cover was held on securely, but when one of Jaden's cuffs clinked against the metal, he decided to take a long shot.
With the edge of the metal cuff Jaden carefully rapped on the vent cover, with pauses between. Three short, three long, three short. The old Morse code sequence for SOS. If Andrew could somehow hear it, Jaden was sure he would understand who it was from.
He stood still on the bed, holding his breath, offering up a silent prayer that his shot in the dark would work. ~
Showing posts with label Chapters: 81-90. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chapters: 81-90. Show all posts
Friday, August 22, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Chapter 89: Overpowering Logic
~ "Ok, I'm not going to try anything, I swear," said Andrew, standing frozen with the barrel of a rifle jammed in his back.
"You bet you're not!" the man behind him fumed, pressing his sleeve to his nose to try and staunch the blood flow. "Just give me a reason..."
"See if they've got any cable ties on them," ordered the fourth man, though Jaden noticed that he kept his distance. He looked ready to make a break for it if Andrew went ballistic again.
Jaden heard an outer pocket of his pack being unzipped and the man holding him rummaged around in it.
"He's got some."
"Take off their packs and tie them up. All of them. Now," the fourth man said, very conspicuously not offering to help.
"Don't move unless you want to have your head blown off," Jaden's captor hissed at him as he released him momentarily in order to wrestle his pack off; dropping it to the ground and immediately slipping one of the thin strips of plastic around Jaden's wrists and pulling it tighter than was really necessary. That done he pulled Jaden with him over to Takyle and her escort to repeat the process. Once that man had Takyle's hands firmly bound, he tossed the small bundle of ties to the man behind Andrew. He caught them with one hand, still holding his gun to Andrew's back with the other.
"Here," he said, smacking Andrew's arm with the ties. "Put one of these over your wrists behind your back."
Andrew did as directed, making one of the cable ties into a loose circle and slipping his hands through it, carefully avoiding any sudden movements. Once it was on, the man grabbed the tail of the zip tie and jerked it tight. He then lowered his gun long enough to take a second tie and add it on top of the first, just for good measure.
"Alright, get them out of here and into the cells," barked the fourth man and the three others shoved the members of Team 6 out of the stone room and into a damp, narrow hallway. As they were escorted past the iron doorway the fourth man tied a thick blindfold around their eyes. Just before the strip of cloth was placed on his face, Jaden manged to shoot one more look back at Takyle. She firmly shook her head.
No more trying to fight back.
As he was shoved down the hall Jaden tried to keep track of his footsteps. It felt as if the path was curving slightly to the left, but he was fairly sure that it had to be his imagination. The brief look he'd be able to take before being blindfolded had revealed a long straight passage.
After two hundred some steps he was turned to the right and he heard a door open.
"We're going down stairs," his captor informed him gruffly, immediately shoving him forward off of the first one. Jaden felt his stomach jump at the split second sensation of falling, but quickly regained his balance and felt carefully for the next step, counting silently to himself. Ahead and behind him he could hear people moving and he hoped that he was still with Andrew and Takyle.
"I'll be ok, just as long as I'm not alone." ~
"You bet you're not!" the man behind him fumed, pressing his sleeve to his nose to try and staunch the blood flow. "Just give me a reason..."
"See if they've got any cable ties on them," ordered the fourth man, though Jaden noticed that he kept his distance. He looked ready to make a break for it if Andrew went ballistic again.
Jaden heard an outer pocket of his pack being unzipped and the man holding him rummaged around in it.
"He's got some."
"Take off their packs and tie them up. All of them. Now," the fourth man said, very conspicuously not offering to help.
"Don't move unless you want to have your head blown off," Jaden's captor hissed at him as he released him momentarily in order to wrestle his pack off; dropping it to the ground and immediately slipping one of the thin strips of plastic around Jaden's wrists and pulling it tighter than was really necessary. That done he pulled Jaden with him over to Takyle and her escort to repeat the process. Once that man had Takyle's hands firmly bound, he tossed the small bundle of ties to the man behind Andrew. He caught them with one hand, still holding his gun to Andrew's back with the other.
"Here," he said, smacking Andrew's arm with the ties. "Put one of these over your wrists behind your back."
Andrew did as directed, making one of the cable ties into a loose circle and slipping his hands through it, carefully avoiding any sudden movements. Once it was on, the man grabbed the tail of the zip tie and jerked it tight. He then lowered his gun long enough to take a second tie and add it on top of the first, just for good measure.
"Alright, get them out of here and into the cells," barked the fourth man and the three others shoved the members of Team 6 out of the stone room and into a damp, narrow hallway. As they were escorted past the iron doorway the fourth man tied a thick blindfold around their eyes. Just before the strip of cloth was placed on his face, Jaden manged to shoot one more look back at Takyle. She firmly shook her head.
No more trying to fight back.
As he was shoved down the hall Jaden tried to keep track of his footsteps. It felt as if the path was curving slightly to the left, but he was fairly sure that it had to be his imagination. The brief look he'd be able to take before being blindfolded had revealed a long straight passage.
After two hundred some steps he was turned to the right and he heard a door open.
"We're going down stairs," his captor informed him gruffly, immediately shoving him forward off of the first one. Jaden felt his stomach jump at the split second sensation of falling, but quickly regained his balance and felt carefully for the next step, counting silently to himself. Ahead and behind him he could hear people moving and he hoped that he was still with Andrew and Takyle.
"I'll be ok, just as long as I'm not alone." ~
Friday, August 15, 2008
Chapter 88: Confrontational
~ Andrew sagged for a moment after the blow and then appeared to rally himself by force of will. He stood up straight and fixed the fourth man with a hard glare. The fellow smirked and drew back his fist again.
"Stop!" screamed Takyle. "Just stop! I don't have the map. I lost it, ok?"
"Is that a fact?"
"Yes! It's gone. I must have lost it while we were climbing up here."
The man was silent for a moment while he studied her, slightly less lecherously this time.
"Well if that's the story you're going to stick to, that's fine. We'll find out if you're lying soon enough. Take them!" he barked to the three other men.
Jaden found himself being hustled towards the door and for a moment put up a fight. His escort quickly brought about a change of mind in Jaden by twisting his wrist up between his shoulder blades. He gasped and stumbled over the uneven floor as the man roughly shoved him forward.
"I'm going, I'm going," Jaden protested. He shot a quick look at Andrew and Takyle to try to catch a sign; anything at all that would indicate a plan of action. He caught Andrew's eye, and his friend gave a minute shake of his head before looking away.
"Where are you taking us?" Takyle demanded as she was pushed in the direction of the hallway.
"Shut up, bitch," the fourth man responded, harshly. If Jaden hadn't been already watching Andrew, he would have missed what immediately happened. With no warning Andrew whipped around, somehow getting one arm free and using it to throw a powerful punch into the face of the man holding him. In surprise the man staggered backwards, barely keeping a hold on Andrew's other arm. Andrew grabbed the back of the man's head with his free hand and drove it down onto his raised knee to finish the job. His erstwhile captor fell backwards onto the ground, blood spurting from his nose and Andrew whirled to go for the fourth man, only to skid to a sudden halt as soon as he'd come around.
Several yards away, the man holding Takyle had one arm around her neck and was using the other one to aim his handgun at her temple. Andrew stood frozen in his tracks, breathing hard, eyes locked on Takyle's face. For a moment it felt to Jaden as if time had stopped. He was expressly aware of his heart beat thumping in his ears. Slowly Andrew raised his hands to chest level, palms out. A long moment passed in dead silence.
The man that Andrew had overpowered regained his feet and rushed up behind him, shoving his rifle into the small of Andrew's back.
"Move a muscle and I'll blow your fucking guts all over this room," he hissed. ~
"Stop!" screamed Takyle. "Just stop! I don't have the map. I lost it, ok?"
"Is that a fact?"
"Yes! It's gone. I must have lost it while we were climbing up here."
The man was silent for a moment while he studied her, slightly less lecherously this time.
"Well if that's the story you're going to stick to, that's fine. We'll find out if you're lying soon enough. Take them!" he barked to the three other men.
Jaden found himself being hustled towards the door and for a moment put up a fight. His escort quickly brought about a change of mind in Jaden by twisting his wrist up between his shoulder blades. He gasped and stumbled over the uneven floor as the man roughly shoved him forward.
"I'm going, I'm going," Jaden protested. He shot a quick look at Andrew and Takyle to try to catch a sign; anything at all that would indicate a plan of action. He caught Andrew's eye, and his friend gave a minute shake of his head before looking away.
"Where are you taking us?" Takyle demanded as she was pushed in the direction of the hallway.
"Shut up, bitch," the fourth man responded, harshly. If Jaden hadn't been already watching Andrew, he would have missed what immediately happened. With no warning Andrew whipped around, somehow getting one arm free and using it to throw a powerful punch into the face of the man holding him. In surprise the man staggered backwards, barely keeping a hold on Andrew's other arm. Andrew grabbed the back of the man's head with his free hand and drove it down onto his raised knee to finish the job. His erstwhile captor fell backwards onto the ground, blood spurting from his nose and Andrew whirled to go for the fourth man, only to skid to a sudden halt as soon as he'd come around.
Several yards away, the man holding Takyle had one arm around her neck and was using the other one to aim his handgun at her temple. Andrew stood frozen in his tracks, breathing hard, eyes locked on Takyle's face. For a moment it felt to Jaden as if time had stopped. He was expressly aware of his heart beat thumping in his ears. Slowly Andrew raised his hands to chest level, palms out. A long moment passed in dead silence.
The man that Andrew had overpowered regained his feet and rushed up behind him, shoving his rifle into the small of Andrew's back.
"Move a muscle and I'll blow your fucking guts all over this room," he hissed. ~
Monday, August 11, 2008
Chapter 87: Visitors
~ A second resounding clang followed the first one and Andrew grabbed Takyle with one hand and Jaden with the other, pulling them back away from the door.
"Quiet!" he hissed. "I think someone's coming."
"Prepare to defend," ordered Takyle, pulling her arm loose from Andrew's grasp and laying a hand on her dagger in its sheath.
"Step away from the door!" a man's voice ordered from outside. "Face the wall and place you hands on your heads!"
"Ah hell," muttered Andrew."Boss?" Takyle shook her head.
"Stand your ground," she said quietly, eyes fixed on the door. Andrew and Jaden drew their daggers and Jaden moved around to the opposite side of the entry. There was more noise on the other side of the door and what sounded like locks being removed, followed by a moment of silence.
Out of the corner of his eye Jaden saw Takyle make a slashing movement across her neck with her torch. Jaden and Andrew nodded their understanding and switched off their flashlights, plunging them all back into darkness. Jaden held his breath.
With a bang the door flew open, flooding the chiseled room and the waiting trio with light. Four huge men stood in the opening with guns that looked capable of bringing down an elephant, and it was immediately obvious that resistance might not be the smartest option.
"Stand down," Takyle ordered as the men rushed in. Jaden's knife was quickly wrested from him and his arms were pinned behind his back by one of the unnaturally burly men.
"Hell dude, you don't have to be so rough, I'm not fighting back at all!" he heard Andrew protest. A third man grabbed Takyle's wrists and twisted them cruelly until she cried out and dropped her dagger and flashlight. Jaden thought that Andrew was going to come unglued.
The fourth man looked on silently as his three compatriots subdued Team 6 and then he stepped forward.
"Who do we have here? Team 6 is it? Scrappy bunch aren't you? Not that it did you any good."
"Who are you?" Takyle demanded.
"You just don't worry about that, missy. Now I'd like you to give me your map."
"What map?" asked Takyle, indignantly.
"I think you know what map. The only map you have. What did you do with it?"
"If you want it so bad, why don't you try to find it," she said. The man shrugged.
"Have it your way." A short distance away, the man holding Andrew wrenched his wrist up behind his back a good deal further than seemed natural. Andrew drew a quick, pained breath and closed his eyes for a moment before speaking through clenched teeth.
"Hey Takyle, you wanna consider going ahead and playing along with them before She-Hulk over here breaks my arm?"
"Yeah Takyle," taunted the fourth man, giving her a hungry leer; slowly running his eyes down her body and then back up again to her face. "A pretty little thing like you should know that you have to do what you're told, or you might get yourself in trouble with Daddy." The other three men laughed lecherously.
"Don't even think about it, you son of a bitch!" growled Andrew, with so much menace in his voice that it didn't even sound like his own. The fourth man fixed his cold gaze on Andrew and walked over to where he was being held. As Andrew struggled against the man gripping his arms, their leader drew back his fist and punched him hard in the face. ~
"Quiet!" he hissed. "I think someone's coming."
"Prepare to defend," ordered Takyle, pulling her arm loose from Andrew's grasp and laying a hand on her dagger in its sheath.
"Step away from the door!" a man's voice ordered from outside. "Face the wall and place you hands on your heads!"
"Ah hell," muttered Andrew."Boss?" Takyle shook her head.
"Stand your ground," she said quietly, eyes fixed on the door. Andrew and Jaden drew their daggers and Jaden moved around to the opposite side of the entry. There was more noise on the other side of the door and what sounded like locks being removed, followed by a moment of silence.
Out of the corner of his eye Jaden saw Takyle make a slashing movement across her neck with her torch. Jaden and Andrew nodded their understanding and switched off their flashlights, plunging them all back into darkness. Jaden held his breath.
With a bang the door flew open, flooding the chiseled room and the waiting trio with light. Four huge men stood in the opening with guns that looked capable of bringing down an elephant, and it was immediately obvious that resistance might not be the smartest option.
"Stand down," Takyle ordered as the men rushed in. Jaden's knife was quickly wrested from him and his arms were pinned behind his back by one of the unnaturally burly men.
"Hell dude, you don't have to be so rough, I'm not fighting back at all!" he heard Andrew protest. A third man grabbed Takyle's wrists and twisted them cruelly until she cried out and dropped her dagger and flashlight. Jaden thought that Andrew was going to come unglued.
The fourth man looked on silently as his three compatriots subdued Team 6 and then he stepped forward.
"Who do we have here? Team 6 is it? Scrappy bunch aren't you? Not that it did you any good."
"Who are you?" Takyle demanded.
"You just don't worry about that, missy. Now I'd like you to give me your map."
"What map?" asked Takyle, indignantly.
"I think you know what map. The only map you have. What did you do with it?"
"If you want it so bad, why don't you try to find it," she said. The man shrugged.
"Have it your way." A short distance away, the man holding Andrew wrenched his wrist up behind his back a good deal further than seemed natural. Andrew drew a quick, pained breath and closed his eyes for a moment before speaking through clenched teeth.
"Hey Takyle, you wanna consider going ahead and playing along with them before She-Hulk over here breaks my arm?"
"Yeah Takyle," taunted the fourth man, giving her a hungry leer; slowly running his eyes down her body and then back up again to her face. "A pretty little thing like you should know that you have to do what you're told, or you might get yourself in trouble with Daddy." The other three men laughed lecherously.
"Don't even think about it, you son of a bitch!" growled Andrew, with so much menace in his voice that it didn't even sound like his own. The fourth man fixed his cold gaze on Andrew and walked over to where he was being held. As Andrew struggled against the man gripping his arms, their leader drew back his fist and punched him hard in the face. ~
Friday, August 8, 2008
Chapter 86: Subterranean
~ "This is kinda freaky weird," commented Andrew as he played his flashlight beam over the chiseled granite walls. The room that they had fallen into was expansive and roughly cut from the surrounding stone. On one wall a riveted iron door was set into the rock, and it seemed to be the only access.
"I don't like the looks of this at all," he murmured.
By the light of Jaden's flashlight Takyle quickly located her backpack and pulled it close.
"Oh shit. A bunch of stuff fell out."
"It's ok; I'll help you gather it up," offered Andrew.
"And uh, I'll take a look around." Jaden got to his feet gingerly and flexed his back, wincing slightly.
"Be careful," Andrew reminded him, unnecessarily.
As Andrew and Takyle set to reassembling Takyle's pack, Jaden took a quick circuit of the room. The floor was rough and uneven, with large pieces of rock scattered here and there. It seemed more like a natural cave floor, with parts of it chiseled away so that it was for the most part vaguely level, than an artificial excavation.
"Perhaps it was a natural cave that was expanded at some point to form this chamber," mused Jaden silently. He shone his light up the walls and noted that they were almost perfectly vertical, and definitely worked, but the beam was too weak to reveal any detail on the high ceiling.
When he finally approached the large door, he did it cautiously and from an angle. He stood to the side of it and gave the handle a tug. The door didn't budge. He gave the slightly rusted iron a quick rap with the butt of his flashlight and heard a very solid thunk in return. So not a thin door either.
"Great. This is just great."
Jaden turned around to go see how his teammates were getting on and very nearly ran into Andrew.
"So the door's locked then?" Andrew asked, gazing up at it. Takyle stood next to him fiddling with her flashlight.
"Yeah. And at first inspection seems to be pretty solid."
"So what do you want to do, Boss?" asked Andrew.
"Um, well, first let's- Oh! I got it to work! And now it's not- And now it is again... Sorry. Let me see now. No other accesses, Jaden?" said Takyle, shining her now operational flashlight around the room.
"Sure don't seem to be."
Takyle opened her mouth and for the second time she was cut off. This time by a resounding clang from behind the iron door. ~
"I don't like the looks of this at all," he murmured.
By the light of Jaden's flashlight Takyle quickly located her backpack and pulled it close.
"Oh shit. A bunch of stuff fell out."
"It's ok; I'll help you gather it up," offered Andrew.
"And uh, I'll take a look around." Jaden got to his feet gingerly and flexed his back, wincing slightly.
"Be careful," Andrew reminded him, unnecessarily.
As Andrew and Takyle set to reassembling Takyle's pack, Jaden took a quick circuit of the room. The floor was rough and uneven, with large pieces of rock scattered here and there. It seemed more like a natural cave floor, with parts of it chiseled away so that it was for the most part vaguely level, than an artificial excavation.
"Perhaps it was a natural cave that was expanded at some point to form this chamber," mused Jaden silently. He shone his light up the walls and noted that they were almost perfectly vertical, and definitely worked, but the beam was too weak to reveal any detail on the high ceiling.
When he finally approached the large door, he did it cautiously and from an angle. He stood to the side of it and gave the handle a tug. The door didn't budge. He gave the slightly rusted iron a quick rap with the butt of his flashlight and heard a very solid thunk in return. So not a thin door either.
"Great. This is just great."
Jaden turned around to go see how his teammates were getting on and very nearly ran into Andrew.
"So the door's locked then?" Andrew asked, gazing up at it. Takyle stood next to him fiddling with her flashlight.
"Yeah. And at first inspection seems to be pretty solid."
"So what do you want to do, Boss?" asked Andrew.
"Um, well, first let's- Oh! I got it to work! And now it's not- And now it is again... Sorry. Let me see now. No other accesses, Jaden?" said Takyle, shining her now operational flashlight around the room.
"Sure don't seem to be."
Takyle opened her mouth and for the second time she was cut off. This time by a resounding clang from behind the iron door. ~
Monday, August 4, 2008
Chapter 85: Into the Unknown
~ Jaden stared out across the rocky mountaintop through the curtain of rain that poured over their ledge and couldn't help noticing that a sense of uneasiness was settling itself around him.
"How long are we going to stay here?" he asked without turning around.
"Hell Jay, you sound like you have someplace to be," said Andrew. Jaden paused before answering, listening for any signs of... well, anything really, but all that he could hear over the heavy rain was the occasional clap of thunder.
"I don't feel right here."
"Anything in particular that's bothering you?" asked Andrew, immediately attentive.
"I don't know... Just a feeling I guess." Andrew turned to Takyle.
"We should think about our next move as soon as possible then. As a general rule Jaden's feelings tend to be pretty spot on."
"Ok, Jaden, can you be any more specific at all?" asked Takyle.
"I think that part of it is I don't like the fact that we're stuck in this corner and we wouldn't be able to hear, or hardly even see anything that happened to come near. Maybe I'm just being too jumpy, but I feel damn uncomfortable about this."
Takyle opened her mouth to respond, but didn't have to chance to actually say anything before the ground dropped out from underneath them. They plummeted downward into darkness and the only thought on Jaden's mind was: "If this fall doesn't kill us, it's not going to do any favors for Andrew's stomach." And then he hit the ground hard and his breath was knocked right out of him. Above them the piece of rock that they had been sitting on under the ledge slammed shut again, leaving them in absolute night.
Before Jaden could manage to draw enough breath to say something, he heard Takyle moan quietly, and then Andrew's voice.
"Ow! Freaking hell, ow... Ow."
"Jaden, are you ok?" asked Takyle, her voice sounding faint and small in the black void.
"I think so," he gasped. He had managed to go somewhat limp before hitting the ground, and so seemed to have avoided any major injury, but when he tried to sit up, a shooting pain speared into his back. He held his breath until the wave passed, and then tried again, but slower this time. "Yeah, yeah I think I'm ok. You?"
"I'm fine, but I lost my pack in the fall. Do you still have yours on?"
"Yes."
"Where the hell are we?" moaned Andrew.
"Inside part of the mountain I guess. I think that my flashlight is broken. Yours?" Takyle asked. Jaden could hear her moving around, groping for her pack. A hand grabbed his leg and he yelped.
"It's just me," said Takyle. A beam of light cut through the darkness and played across Jaden's eyes.
"Oh, sorry," said Andrew, quickly directing his light elsewhere. The small torch sent very little illumination into the blackness that surrounded them. ~
"How long are we going to stay here?" he asked without turning around.
"Hell Jay, you sound like you have someplace to be," said Andrew. Jaden paused before answering, listening for any signs of... well, anything really, but all that he could hear over the heavy rain was the occasional clap of thunder.
"I don't feel right here."
"Anything in particular that's bothering you?" asked Andrew, immediately attentive.
"I don't know... Just a feeling I guess." Andrew turned to Takyle.
"We should think about our next move as soon as possible then. As a general rule Jaden's feelings tend to be pretty spot on."
"Ok, Jaden, can you be any more specific at all?" asked Takyle.
"I think that part of it is I don't like the fact that we're stuck in this corner and we wouldn't be able to hear, or hardly even see anything that happened to come near. Maybe I'm just being too jumpy, but I feel damn uncomfortable about this."
Takyle opened her mouth to respond, but didn't have to chance to actually say anything before the ground dropped out from underneath them. They plummeted downward into darkness and the only thought on Jaden's mind was: "If this fall doesn't kill us, it's not going to do any favors for Andrew's stomach." And then he hit the ground hard and his breath was knocked right out of him. Above them the piece of rock that they had been sitting on under the ledge slammed shut again, leaving them in absolute night.
Before Jaden could manage to draw enough breath to say something, he heard Takyle moan quietly, and then Andrew's voice.
"Ow! Freaking hell, ow... Ow."
"Jaden, are you ok?" asked Takyle, her voice sounding faint and small in the black void.
"I think so," he gasped. He had managed to go somewhat limp before hitting the ground, and so seemed to have avoided any major injury, but when he tried to sit up, a shooting pain speared into his back. He held his breath until the wave passed, and then tried again, but slower this time. "Yeah, yeah I think I'm ok. You?"
"I'm fine, but I lost my pack in the fall. Do you still have yours on?"
"Yes."
"Where the hell are we?" moaned Andrew.
"Inside part of the mountain I guess. I think that my flashlight is broken. Yours?" Takyle asked. Jaden could hear her moving around, groping for her pack. A hand grabbed his leg and he yelped.
"It's just me," said Takyle. A beam of light cut through the darkness and played across Jaden's eyes.
"Oh, sorry," said Andrew, quickly directing his light elsewhere. The small torch sent very little illumination into the blackness that surrounded them. ~
Friday, August 1, 2008
Chapter 84: Rock and a Hard Place
~ Cover on the mountain top was sparse at best, but after some scouting Andrew managed to locate a small outcropping of rock that created a sheltered nook. Plenty deep to get out of the wind and most of the rain, but shallow enough that it wasn't harboring any interesting animal life.
"Guys, over here. Think I found what we're looking for."
Jaden and Takyle hurried towards his voice and found him crouching below the rock.
"What do you think? Good enough?"
"Excellent!" said Takyle, bending her head to join him, and finally get out of the downpour.
"Are you sure there's nothing...cute in there?" asked Jaden, warily.
"Well I'm in here," replied Andrew, in a hurt tone of voice.
"Oh tee hee. I'm comin' in; I better not crawl over anything exciting." Jaden bent at the waist and edged into the small space and immediately noticed something.
"This nook doesn't look exactly natural to me, guys. The rock almost looks machined."
Takyle switched on her flashlight to get a closer look. "You may be right about that. Think it means anything?"
"Dunno. Is it going to make a difference to us staying here even if it does?"
"Probably not. We won't stick around long," said Takyle. Andrew sat down and leaned back against the rock, closing his eyes for a moment.
"Wow, that climb didn't do me any favors."
"You're face doesn't do me any favors," replied Jaden, perfunctorily.
"I'd say something about your mom here, but honestly, she's so hot I just can't speak ill of her," said Andrew without opening his eyes.
"Jaden, give me some antisep will you? And you'd best clean yourself up while you have time," said Takyle. Jaden unzipped his pack and handed her a couple of packets. Takyle quickly swabbed down the deep cuts on her arm and inspected the damage.
"Well that ain't hardly nothin'," she commented, borrowing one of Andrew's phrases. She sprinkled antiseptic powder over the cuts and then reached over and tipped up Andrew's chin. "Let me clean that up for you." Andrew laughed.
"Oh, now you're nursing me back to health; that's pretty hot."
"Yeah, don't get too used to it. I'm not much of a caregiver."
"Have you told you mom that? Because last time I saw the two of you together she seemed pretty set on having grandchildren."
"You mean the only time you saw the two of us together, and yes, I have told my mother not to hold her breath. Don't know that it did any good, but I did tell her," said Takyle. Andrew flinched as she cleaned the abrasions on his jaw.
"Full disclosure: what more could a mother ask for?"
"That's what I said," Takyle agreed with a nod. "I was very nice about it."
"I've no doubt Ta. You're the soul of discretion."
"Don't I know it." ~
"Guys, over here. Think I found what we're looking for."
Jaden and Takyle hurried towards his voice and found him crouching below the rock.
"What do you think? Good enough?"
"Excellent!" said Takyle, bending her head to join him, and finally get out of the downpour.
"Are you sure there's nothing...cute in there?" asked Jaden, warily.
"Well I'm in here," replied Andrew, in a hurt tone of voice.
"Oh tee hee. I'm comin' in; I better not crawl over anything exciting." Jaden bent at the waist and edged into the small space and immediately noticed something.
"This nook doesn't look exactly natural to me, guys. The rock almost looks machined."
Takyle switched on her flashlight to get a closer look. "You may be right about that. Think it means anything?"
"Dunno. Is it going to make a difference to us staying here even if it does?"
"Probably not. We won't stick around long," said Takyle. Andrew sat down and leaned back against the rock, closing his eyes for a moment.
"Wow, that climb didn't do me any favors."
"You're face doesn't do me any favors," replied Jaden, perfunctorily.
"I'd say something about your mom here, but honestly, she's so hot I just can't speak ill of her," said Andrew without opening his eyes.
"Jaden, give me some antisep will you? And you'd best clean yourself up while you have time," said Takyle. Jaden unzipped his pack and handed her a couple of packets. Takyle quickly swabbed down the deep cuts on her arm and inspected the damage.
"Well that ain't hardly nothin'," she commented, borrowing one of Andrew's phrases. She sprinkled antiseptic powder over the cuts and then reached over and tipped up Andrew's chin. "Let me clean that up for you." Andrew laughed.
"Oh, now you're nursing me back to health; that's pretty hot."
"Yeah, don't get too used to it. I'm not much of a caregiver."
"Have you told you mom that? Because last time I saw the two of you together she seemed pretty set on having grandchildren."
"You mean the only time you saw the two of us together, and yes, I have told my mother not to hold her breath. Don't know that it did any good, but I did tell her," said Takyle. Andrew flinched as she cleaned the abrasions on his jaw.
"Full disclosure: what more could a mother ask for?"
"That's what I said," Takyle agreed with a nod. "I was very nice about it."
"I've no doubt Ta. You're the soul of discretion."
"Don't I know it." ~
Monday, July 28, 2008
Chapter 83: Vantage Point
~ While Andrew and Jaden sat and gazed out over the storm-ravaged land below them, Takyle lay back on the rock with her face to the sky, eyes closed. Raindrops hit her eyelids and ran down her face like hundreds of tears. After some time had passed marveling at the elements raging around them, Jaden regained his senses.
"Hey guys... Is it exactly a good idea for us to be sitting up here, out in the open, on top of a mountain, in the middle of a lightning storm?"
Andrew shrugged. "Eh, truth be told I'm not too worried. It seems to be letting up a bit, and the main activity is off to the east anyway. And even if we wanted it, there's not a lot of cover up here."
"I suppose." Jaden pulled up his pant leg to inspect his knee. It was beginning to bruise and it seemed to Jaden that it had already swollen up. Below the knee his leg was bleeding slightly from a few superficial scrapes, but the bandage for where the hellbeast had stomped on him had actually protected the better part of his shin from the rock.
"Well aren't you lucky?" said Andrew. "You injured the same leg twice in one day. That leaves you with one good one!"
"Yes. I'm lucky. So very, very lucky," murmured Jaden dryly.
"Check this out." Andrew tilted his head back and pointed to his chin. Deep abrasions ran all along the underside of his jaw, from the right side of his face to the center of his chin. "I slipped and banged it on the rock. Bit my tongue something awful." He paused and his eyebrows drew together in overdone concern. "Be honest with me Jay. Is it bad? Will it... Will it mar my beautiful face forever?"
"Oh that's nothing." Takyle sat up and raised her arm to show its underside. "How's that for abrasions, huh?"
"Yeah ok, I guess she wins this one," conceded Andrew, after taking a long look at Takyle's bloodied arm.
"Well I also bent the corner of my fingernail back, and it really hurt. Surely that counts for something," Jaden added.
"Well if we're counting the small stuff now, then my stomach is killing me and I got some dust in my eye at one point," said Andrew. They looked at one another for a moment.
"Yeah, I guess Ta still wins," Jaden finally said. She grinned and pumped her fist.
"Yes! I'm awesome! At getting hurt... Alright guys, let's see if we can't find a little shelter somewhere to nurse our wounds and rest for a bit before we press on. Perhaps by that time the worst of this storm will be over too."
"I'd also suggest that we try to get a little drier so we don't get hypothermia or something equally as fun," added Jaden.
"Indeed," said Andrew. "By the way, good job picking the route there Boss."
"Why thank you Andrew; I enjoyed doing it. Well, up until that bit where it started raining real hard. You remember that bit?" asked Takyle.
"You mean the bit that's still going on right now?"
"Yep, that's the one!"
"Oh, that bit... I have very fond memories of that bit..."
"Yeah, there were some good times in that bit I guess... Like that one time I almost fell off the mountain!"
"Oh yeah! Man, we were so crazy back then!"
"I've got good news for you, Andrew," interjected Jaden, unclipping his harness. "You're still that crazy now." ~
"Hey guys... Is it exactly a good idea for us to be sitting up here, out in the open, on top of a mountain, in the middle of a lightning storm?"
Andrew shrugged. "Eh, truth be told I'm not too worried. It seems to be letting up a bit, and the main activity is off to the east anyway. And even if we wanted it, there's not a lot of cover up here."
"I suppose." Jaden pulled up his pant leg to inspect his knee. It was beginning to bruise and it seemed to Jaden that it had already swollen up. Below the knee his leg was bleeding slightly from a few superficial scrapes, but the bandage for where the hellbeast had stomped on him had actually protected the better part of his shin from the rock.
"Well aren't you lucky?" said Andrew. "You injured the same leg twice in one day. That leaves you with one good one!"
"Yes. I'm lucky. So very, very lucky," murmured Jaden dryly.
"Check this out." Andrew tilted his head back and pointed to his chin. Deep abrasions ran all along the underside of his jaw, from the right side of his face to the center of his chin. "I slipped and banged it on the rock. Bit my tongue something awful." He paused and his eyebrows drew together in overdone concern. "Be honest with me Jay. Is it bad? Will it... Will it mar my beautiful face forever?"
"Oh that's nothing." Takyle sat up and raised her arm to show its underside. "How's that for abrasions, huh?"
"Yeah ok, I guess she wins this one," conceded Andrew, after taking a long look at Takyle's bloodied arm.
"Well I also bent the corner of my fingernail back, and it really hurt. Surely that counts for something," Jaden added.
"Well if we're counting the small stuff now, then my stomach is killing me and I got some dust in my eye at one point," said Andrew. They looked at one another for a moment.
"Yeah, I guess Ta still wins," Jaden finally said. She grinned and pumped her fist.
"Yes! I'm awesome! At getting hurt... Alright guys, let's see if we can't find a little shelter somewhere to nurse our wounds and rest for a bit before we press on. Perhaps by that time the worst of this storm will be over too."
"I'd also suggest that we try to get a little drier so we don't get hypothermia or something equally as fun," added Jaden.
"Indeed," said Andrew. "By the way, good job picking the route there Boss."
"Why thank you Andrew; I enjoyed doing it. Well, up until that bit where it started raining real hard. You remember that bit?" asked Takyle.
"You mean the bit that's still going on right now?"
"Yep, that's the one!"
"Oh, that bit... I have very fond memories of that bit..."
"Yeah, there were some good times in that bit I guess... Like that one time I almost fell off the mountain!"
"Oh yeah! Man, we were so crazy back then!"
"I've got good news for you, Andrew," interjected Jaden, unclipping his harness. "You're still that crazy now." ~
Friday, July 25, 2008
Chapter 82: A Bigger Challenge
~ Just as they passed the point in time when Jaden's injuries were making the climb not strictly enjoyable for him anymore, the breeze rushing over and down the cliff face began turning colder and stronger. At first Jaden thought nothing of it. Until the sunlight suddenly dimmed and he looked up to find a thick blanket of dark clouds quickly taking over the skies. They were scudding fast and low in front of the wind, looking ominous and angry.
"Those don't exactly look healthy," Andrew called up to him.
"I'll say. Takyle, you notice the weather?"
"Yeah, let's get off of here as fast as we can," yelled Takyle, her voice getting caught and carried off in the wind that was ever growing stronger. Not terribly far off in the distance, Jaden heard the first low rumble of thunder and a large drop splashed against the back of his neck. The storm was coming fast. The wind buffeted the ropes, pinging Jaden's carabiners against the rock with hard gusts. More raindrops splashed against the cliff, falling on Jaden's hands and face, turning chalk dust into paste.
Not five minutes later the rain was coming down in icy sheets. Jaden blinked water out of his eyes as the drops streamed down his face, in a useless effort to clear his vision to find handholds on the slick rock. This was not good. This was not good at all.
A tiny shower of wet grit tumbled down from above and Jaden looked up to see Takyle struggling to regain a foothold. Their fun little stint of rock climbing had quickly taken a very treacherous turn. Jaden's own foot slipped and he banged his knee hard against the slick granite, sending a shooting pain all the way down to his foot.
"Ah, dammit! Ow!"
"You ok?" yelled Andrew, his voice sounding faint over the rain and wind. Jaden bit his lip.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." He experimentally put some weight on his still tingling foot and found it to yet be operational. He shook the water out of his eyes, and began edging upwards again. As he continued on, his hands grew numb from the cold rain and he began to shiver.
"Good Lord, this is ridiculous. Why the hell am I here?"
"Not far to go!" Takyle shouted down.
"There's nothing quite like the thrill of a win."
"We can do this!"
"And there's also nothing quite like dying."
"No Jaden, take the left one!" directed Andrew.
"Don't be stupid. You're not going to die today."
"Keep that rope clear!"
"I hope you're right about that."
"A little further!"
"I am. You'll see."
"Jaden, give me your hand." Takyle leaned over the top of the cliff, her arm outstretched to Jaden. He grasped her wrist and threw his over elbow over the rock ledge, hauling himself up beside her. He quickly turned to look down at Andrew, only to find that he had swiftly closed the distance between them and was already grabbing Takyle's hand to scramble up onto the top of the cliff. A deafening crash of thunder followed immediately by a stunning double fork of lightning shook the entire mountain beneath them. The members of Team 6 looked at one another, and then out over the land.
For a moment, it didn't matter to Jaden that he was battered, bruised, soaked to the bone and shivering. Storms are impressive from any vantage, but viewed from atop a mountain they are nothing less than awe inspiring. Streaks of lighting chased through the clouds over and over again, running down through rain soaked air to touch the earth here and there in the blink of an eye. Fire slipping through water; then quickly back again to hide in the thunder.
Takyle sat back on the wet granite and shook her head.
"I've never seen anything like it," she said over the roar.
"And you may never again," mused Andrew.
"This is why I'm here," thought Jaden. "It really is the experience of a lifetime." ~
"Those don't exactly look healthy," Andrew called up to him.
"I'll say. Takyle, you notice the weather?"
"Yeah, let's get off of here as fast as we can," yelled Takyle, her voice getting caught and carried off in the wind that was ever growing stronger. Not terribly far off in the distance, Jaden heard the first low rumble of thunder and a large drop splashed against the back of his neck. The storm was coming fast. The wind buffeted the ropes, pinging Jaden's carabiners against the rock with hard gusts. More raindrops splashed against the cliff, falling on Jaden's hands and face, turning chalk dust into paste.
Not five minutes later the rain was coming down in icy sheets. Jaden blinked water out of his eyes as the drops streamed down his face, in a useless effort to clear his vision to find handholds on the slick rock. This was not good. This was not good at all.
A tiny shower of wet grit tumbled down from above and Jaden looked up to see Takyle struggling to regain a foothold. Their fun little stint of rock climbing had quickly taken a very treacherous turn. Jaden's own foot slipped and he banged his knee hard against the slick granite, sending a shooting pain all the way down to his foot.
"Ah, dammit! Ow!"
"You ok?" yelled Andrew, his voice sounding faint over the rain and wind. Jaden bit his lip.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." He experimentally put some weight on his still tingling foot and found it to yet be operational. He shook the water out of his eyes, and began edging upwards again. As he continued on, his hands grew numb from the cold rain and he began to shiver.
"Good Lord, this is ridiculous. Why the hell am I here?"
"Not far to go!" Takyle shouted down.
"There's nothing quite like the thrill of a win."
"We can do this!"
"And there's also nothing quite like dying."
"No Jaden, take the left one!" directed Andrew.
"Don't be stupid. You're not going to die today."
"Keep that rope clear!"
"I hope you're right about that."
"A little further!"
"I am. You'll see."
"Jaden, give me your hand." Takyle leaned over the top of the cliff, her arm outstretched to Jaden. He grasped her wrist and threw his over elbow over the rock ledge, hauling himself up beside her. He quickly turned to look down at Andrew, only to find that he had swiftly closed the distance between them and was already grabbing Takyle's hand to scramble up onto the top of the cliff. A deafening crash of thunder followed immediately by a stunning double fork of lightning shook the entire mountain beneath them. The members of Team 6 looked at one another, and then out over the land.
For a moment, it didn't matter to Jaden that he was battered, bruised, soaked to the bone and shivering. Storms are impressive from any vantage, but viewed from atop a mountain they are nothing less than awe inspiring. Streaks of lighting chased through the clouds over and over again, running down through rain soaked air to touch the earth here and there in the blink of an eye. Fire slipping through water; then quickly back again to hide in the thunder.
Takyle sat back on the wet granite and shook her head.
"I've never seen anything like it," she said over the roar.
"And you may never again," mused Andrew.
"This is why I'm here," thought Jaden. "It really is the experience of a lifetime." ~
Monday, July 21, 2008
Chapter 81: MacCrimmon's Lament
~ Despite the trauma of the day, once he was on the cliff Jaden found it easy to put everything else out of his mind. The cool rock pressed under his hands and against his stomach and, as they climbed higher into the light, the sun's warmth on the back of his neck calmed him. Rock climbing was something the required his complete concentration and he was more than happy to give it. His burned hand throbbed, and a dull ache was beginning to settle into his shoulders, but it wasn't bad enough yet to detract from the experience as a whole.
After 15 minutes of steady climbing he heard Andrew below him begin to sing.
"O'er Coolin's face the night is creeping. The banshee's wail is round us sweeping; Blue eyes in Duin are dim with weeping, since thou art gone and ne'er returnest.
"No more, no more, no more returning; In peace nor in war is he returning; Till dawns the great day of doom and burning, MacCrimmon is home no more returning.
"The breeze of the bens is gently blowing; The brooks in the glens are softly flowing; Where boughs their darkest shades are throwing, birds mourn for thee who ne'er returnest."
Andrew's singing voice was smooth and strong, and it did the sad, ancient song justice. The words rang out across the rock, getting caught in the wind and carried here and there, giving them an ethereal quality the likes of which Jaden had never experienced before.
"Its dirges of woe the sea is sighing, the boat under sail unmov'd is lying; The voice of waves in sadness dying; Say, thou art away and ne'er returnest.
"No more, no more, no more returning; In peace nor in war is he returning; Till dawns the great day of doom and burning, MacCrimmon is home no more returning."
Even though Takyle continually paused to set anchors, she was a faster climber than Jaden and so was able to steadily maintain the distance between them. She was mindful of their limitations and chose the easier route over the slightly faster one more than once.
"We'll see no more MacCrimmon's returning. In peace nor in war is he returning. Till dawns the great day of woe and burning; For him, there's no more returning."
Twice when Jaden felt he had a firm handhold, he hazarded a look over his shoulder. The late morning sunlight spilled over the treetops on the foothills below, painting them yellow. Far away, beyond the hills a rolling plain began, stretching to the horizon. Clouds floated across the sun, casting huge shadows to race each over the tawny grasses. Jaden took a deep breath, and turned away from the gorgeous view to push upwards, ever higher. A warm wind ran down the rock face, eddying for a moment around him. It smelled damp and clean, and just a tiny bit salty. Jaden had never felt so alive.
"Sensation is deception," his mind reminded him.
"When sensation is this beautiful, I don't mind being deceived," he told his mind.
"No more, no more, no more returning; In peace nor in war is he returning; Till dawns the great day of doom and burning, MacCrimmon is home no more returning." ~
After 15 minutes of steady climbing he heard Andrew below him begin to sing.
"O'er Coolin's face the night is creeping. The banshee's wail is round us sweeping; Blue eyes in Duin are dim with weeping, since thou art gone and ne'er returnest.
"No more, no more, no more returning; In peace nor in war is he returning; Till dawns the great day of doom and burning, MacCrimmon is home no more returning.
"The breeze of the bens is gently blowing; The brooks in the glens are softly flowing; Where boughs their darkest shades are throwing, birds mourn for thee who ne'er returnest."
Andrew's singing voice was smooth and strong, and it did the sad, ancient song justice. The words rang out across the rock, getting caught in the wind and carried here and there, giving them an ethereal quality the likes of which Jaden had never experienced before.
"Its dirges of woe the sea is sighing, the boat under sail unmov'd is lying; The voice of waves in sadness dying; Say, thou art away and ne'er returnest.
"No more, no more, no more returning; In peace nor in war is he returning; Till dawns the great day of doom and burning, MacCrimmon is home no more returning."
Even though Takyle continually paused to set anchors, she was a faster climber than Jaden and so was able to steadily maintain the distance between them. She was mindful of their limitations and chose the easier route over the slightly faster one more than once.
"We'll see no more MacCrimmon's returning. In peace nor in war is he returning. Till dawns the great day of woe and burning; For him, there's no more returning."
Twice when Jaden felt he had a firm handhold, he hazarded a look over his shoulder. The late morning sunlight spilled over the treetops on the foothills below, painting them yellow. Far away, beyond the hills a rolling plain began, stretching to the horizon. Clouds floated across the sun, casting huge shadows to race each over the tawny grasses. Jaden took a deep breath, and turned away from the gorgeous view to push upwards, ever higher. A warm wind ran down the rock face, eddying for a moment around him. It smelled damp and clean, and just a tiny bit salty. Jaden had never felt so alive.
"Sensation is deception," his mind reminded him.
"When sensation is this beautiful, I don't mind being deceived," he told his mind.
"No more, no more, no more returning; In peace nor in war is he returning; Till dawns the great day of doom and burning, MacCrimmon is home no more returning." ~
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